February 2010
1 post
January 2010
2 posts
Darkness fell like sundown. Behind closed doors they weep. Wails do not echo. Like knives to my feet, tracing a nail through my soul. Shadows peak, hearts deplete. Tones. Piercing tongues like daggers to their eyes. Watering. Bloodshot was their minds. Temple pulsing to the rising dance of truth. Hate. A picture of you. She holds her hands. He holds his breath. I look beyond the floor. If looks...
December 2009
4 posts
a table of truth sits 3 rums. still smoke is evading the bong. candle wax is dripping down a bookshelf, where a green fern hangs from above. draped in coiled lace, i am possessed by its Eve like nature. this room narrates itself. we sit and make the trade. nirvana seeps through the speakers, as white noise escapes my mind. breathing a halo of eluding speech, i am consumed by the slur. stoned...
November 2009
11 posts
Speak to me mind, for in dreams you write the riddle. Between now and your flight, my eyes are just a mirror. A mirror to it all. I spend my days sipping from a dirty glass, and no message is as clear. But that doesn’t mean I’m sipping from sin. I’ll give a dime for every line in the sand. It’ll just be more lost treasure beyond the sea. But with each cast, I know I’m wishing. Wishing for a wave...
Still, completely, undoubtedly, yet still questioning, my brain and state of mind. I am. I’m not. “Shit.” I am. Delirious encounters with myself and mirrors. Miscellaneous gestures too. Pupils the size of tea saucers. Jaw aching, and a tempting vice of liquor. Hair of the dog, though at this time it could just be a knock on. The two hands are haywire. ‘Cos time fell off the wall the minute it hit...
Sinking heart beats, floating lashes, drinking breaths. But what is waiting? Lub dub, or dub lub? I’ve settled for thud thud. I’m counting. It’s what’s normal now. Eyes ride the seven seas, thoughts fly the crying trees. The winds of change rearrange, but what is left but scattered rage. Mind, body, soul. Desire sparks a candle of broken dreams, and satisfaction drips to the ground. But what is...
Sitting here, sunlight beaming through screen door. Specs in full flight. Smoke clouds waft by, stirred by an unseen draft. This essence captured in mid flight, only to be disturbed by conscious awakening. Sharpening my instinct. Channelling my thoughts. But I’m lost in translation as I zone in on sounds. The fan propels. The repetition almost becoming painful. I snap out. My reverie interupted...
to the hearts of the seas; I sail. notation, sermon; fuel to the flame. driftwood to ashes; the seer and the clouded muse. winds of truth; I glide. to stars of fate aligned; the prophecy in the sky.